8.27.2010

MORE food? Yes please!

I HAVE to share this yummy thing I created the other night-- delish and not terrible for you. Sometimes I like to pretend I'm a real cook and just start throwing things in a bowl, baking them and then seeing how they turn out. My success rate is probably hovering somewhere around 50%... its cool! And since i'm trying to blog about relationships (kinda) this ties in. Jeff loves food. Jeff loves me. Jeff loves me cooking him food. I swear, I get more "i love yous" at dinner time than any other!

So, after I made the fabulous quiche the other night, I had leftover pie crust! I also had fresh raspberries and peaches. I also have a huge sweet tooth. Put all of those together and you end up with peach raspberry tarts! mmmmm


I took this with my phone so quality sucks. I'm going to start taking better pictures, I sweaaaaaaaaaar.

ANYWAY, here is what ya do!

Raspberry Peach Tart (makes two tarts)
  • 1 pie crust (refrigerated kind! or homemade if you're super ambitious)
  • 1/2 a fresh peach, chopped
  • 1/2 cup raspberries
  • 1 tbsp brown sugar
  • 1 tbsp white sugar
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tiny little dollop of butter
  Pre heat oven to 350.  Lay pie crust flat and slice down the middle until you have two half circles- set aside.

In bowl, mix sugars, cinnamon, butter with a fork. Should be kind of clumpy. Add peaches and raspberries (I squeezed the raspberries with my hands first) and stir all together.  Add half of mixture to one of the pie crusts and half to the other.  Fold to make triangle, fold edges slightly and seal with a fork. Poke holes in the top.

Bake at 350 for 20ish/25 minutes until golden brown. Let cool and serve with vanilla ice cream!

OMG.

8.26.2010

love is food

Last night it was rainy and gross- and I LOVED it. Okay, it has been a beautiful summer, sun and warm weather-- perfect! But, there is nothing like a nice rainy night to cozy up on the couch and eat warm food and read a good book. I couldn't quite decide what to make for dinner based on my want of something warm.  We have loads of fresh veggies in the fridge so I decided to go with quiche! YUM. It is easy, cheesy (ha!) and a comfort food to me. Plus, it would let me use all the veggies.  I went to the store, got a few needed items and some farm fresh eggs (no gross salmonella for me, thankyouverymuch) and whipped up one of the yummiest quiches I have ever made! I didn't take pictures of this, cause i'm forgetful doober, but here is how you make it! (please keep in mind the measurement are rough guesses since I usually measure by the handful!)

Ham & Veggie Quiche
  • 6 eggs
  • 1/2 cup skim milk
  • 1/2 cup fresh shredded mozzarella cheese
  • 1/2 cup shredded ham
  • 1/4 cup diced red onion
  • 1/2 cup diced tomato
  • 1 cup shredded spinach
  • 1/2 cup chopped mushrooms
  • 1/4 cup chopped black olives
  • 1/4 cup chopped zucchini
  • salt & pepper to taste
  • pie crust (i use the pre-made stuff, like Pillsbury pie crust in the refrigerated section)
Pre heat oven to 425, or whatever the pie crust package says.  Lightly grease the pie plate with cooking spray and place 1 pie crust, pressing edges over pie plate edge with fork. Prick the pie crust with a fork so it doesn't bubble! Cover edges of pie crust with tin foil (this aint easy). Bake for 10 minutes or until bottom is golden brown.

While the crust is baking, in a large bowl, lightly whisk the eggs with a fork. You CAN use mostly egg whites and just a few yolks if you're watching your cholesterol. Add milk, salt & pepper. Then add remaining ingredients and stir until all coated with egg/milk mixture. It should be pretty thick with veggies. This recipe is definitely more filling based than egg based!

Once crust is done, remove foil and pour the mixture into the still hot pie crust.  Lower oven temp to 350 and bake for 35 minutes or until it doesn't wobble when you shake it! Remove from oven, sprinkle top with some cheese of choice, let sit for 5 minutes, then EAT!

Jeff swooned over this- no he didn't propose, but I'm working on a meal to get him there! :)

8.23.2010

String beans

We just finished dinner and as I sat there munching my Maine grown fresh string beans,  (uncooked because that is the way I like them) I was smiling and happy and very much content. Weird because it is rainy and cold, but I am HAPPY. Nothing happened exactly...I just feel warm and loved. Safe. I have wonderful family, incredible friends and Jeff. GOOD things are happening! I feel so so so so lucky:

  1. A friend told me today she is pregnant! 
  2. I've met wonderfully nice people this last month- yay new friends!
  3. I have discovered creative outlets (see below)
  4. Bought some new cookbooks and have been trying new foods
  5. My best friends wedding is two weeks away
  6. Jeff is the most wonderful man ever and continues to make me laugh and I have fun even grocery shopping with him. Yeah, that awesome.
  7. I like making lists, but i'll stop...

Anyway this blog post is boring but all of like...2 people read what I have to say anyway and LOVE me no matter what (Alivia! Emily!) so it is all good.

Here are some pictures from the things I MADE this weekend!!!

8.11.2010

my shoes are NOT his problem

oh, but they are.

Jeff, my darling sweet man, who is often so kind and takes care of me even when I don't ask for it, put his foot down last weekend on my feet. Well, not literally.

We were at a wedding in Vermont.  Jeff in his suit and me in my very very cute H&M dress- we made a smashing couple. 

Now, before we even left the hotel, I asked him which shoes I should wear with my dress- the black pair with ruffles, the black wedges or the nude wedges. I was rooting for the nude wedges, so cute and make my legs look longer than a person who is 5'4" legs should look.  Of course, as soon as he heard the words, "what should I...", without even looking, he replied "whichever ones are the most comfortable". Well, that was easy, the nude wedges. Most comfortable = looks the best...right?

Cute, yes? Anyway, back to the story.  So, the ceremony at the church started at 1.  We were there by 12:50, just in time.  At this point, me + shoes were great. In fact, I smiled smugly after the ceremony as other girls heels sunk into the grass. Not me! My wedges held firm.

By 2:30 we were at the Essex for the reception. My feet were still holding up fine. By 3:30 we were outside on the patio for cocktail hour(s). Hours. That went until 5:30. There were maybe 5 chairs and 150 people, so we stood and drank in the amazing sun.  At 5:30 we "lined up" and waited to receive the bride and groom. It was around this point that I started to notice several things.
  1. I had to pee but the line to "receive" was insanely long and I was somewhere near if not at the very end.
  2. Drinking and sun are a bad combination- I was severely in need of water. Ironic isn't it, that I had to pee.
  3. And finally, my feet hurt. Not like...ow they are sore hurt, but a weird pinching feeling on the tops of my toes. 
Finally around 6:30 we were in the reception hall and I saw our table and more importantly, my seat. I sat and gave my feet a break, gulped down a glass of pre-poured water from a silly fancy glass and took a deep breath. Then I remembered I had to pee. And badly. As I stood up to make my way to the restroom, my feet started to scream. Oh, they screamed.  I hobbled to the restroom and once I solved that problem, sat down on a bench in the hallway to investigate what problem was going on near my toes.

Left shoe removed, I saw the blood. Oh my. My darling shoes that I once thought were amazing and comfortable, proved they would do harm if I stood in them for hours on end. Right shoe removed and I found the same problem. The skin on the tops of my does had been rubbed into angry red blisters that from even the slightest touch, burned and throbbed. Crap. We still had 4 hours of the reception to go! How was I going to dance? How was I going to shake my groove thing? THEN, I remembered. We had packed a change of clothes in the car for when it got cold around the bonfire.  I had brought black flip flops.

Excited and seeing a light at the end of the painful blistery tunnel, I slowly made my way back to the table where I announced to Jeff the good news, "My flip flops are in the car!!" He gave me a blank look. Okkkkkkkay, perhaps I should try again. "My feet hurt so bad, but my flip flops are in the car so I can just wear those!" I looked at him with a happy, expecting look on my face. He looked back at me, not moving. He didn't jump up and say that he would go get them, thrilled that my shoes would no longer stab my feet. He just looked at me, then looked back at his potatoes and took a bite. I cleared my throat and said, "isn't that great? just right in the car!"

Finally he said something, "That is great. Here are the keys!"

Um. I am sorry? What? I can't go get my shoes...the parking lot is like....a football field away. My feet will fall off. I will collapse outside, never to be found. I'll have to crawl to the car and I'd ruin my dress. I'd sweat. My hair will get messy. What is wrong with him????????

I watched him eat his mashed garlic potatoes and then said, "well, my feet really really hurt so can you get them for me?"  He put his fork down, wiped his mouth and replied, "didn't I tell you to wear your most comfortable shoes?"

Yes, he had. and I did! At least I thought I did. But, that wasn't the point! The point was that I, the woman he loved, had sore painful feet and my relief was in the car and he could be my knight in shinning armor and get it for me! I must have looked stunned because he followed up his statement by telling me:

his shoes are HIS problem and my shoes are MY problem.

Uhhhh, who are you and what did you do with my darling sweet boyfriend? I took a huuuuuuge breath, ready to launch into EXACTLY why my feet are his problem, but before I could get a word out- he push his chair back, kissed me quick on the forehead and said, "but I love you- so you and your stubborn streak of wearing the cute shoes are my problem too, I guess."

10 minutes later I had my flip flops. 


8.04.2010

a fine line between sympathy and crazy

I was thinking about my blog the other day and how I just sort of randomly write about whatever is going on that day. It sort of bothered me that my blog doesn't have a "theme" like many of my favorites do. But, maybe mine does. I do use this to vent a lot, especially about relationships, both romantic and friendly. So, that said...I'm sticking to relationships, the good & the bad.

Now, on to the bad. Ha! Okay this is a touchy subject, so bear with me. When Jeff’s mother passed away in June I couldn’t help but wonder when he would hear from his ex. Now, I wasn’t upset at the thought that she would most likely call and express her condolences because that is a normal response. They were together for some time and she knew his mother. I honestly wouldn’t hesitate to express my sympathy to my ex if someone I knew from his family passed away, so I didn’t think anything of it.

However, the phone call didn’t come. I thought that was strange, but as weeks passed I forgot about it. I thought maybe since he had received a sympathy card from her family that she felt that was enough. OR, maybe since he had never told her his mother was sick in the first place that saw it was clear Jeff doesn’t want her in his life and therefore felt no need to express her sympathy. OR maybe since she has done so much to me in the past several years and she knew that Jeff thinks she is lame for it that she felt no need to contact him. I was wrong.

About 2 weeks ago, the card came in the mail. To our house. How she obtained our address, I’ll never know. I saw the card, I saw the return address and I waited. Once Jeff read it, he handed it to me. Now, perhaps I am giving the psycho too much credit here, but before my eyes touched down on her loopy girlie handwriting, ALL I expected was a normal response to the heartbreak of Jeff’s mother passing. Normal as in, “so sorry to hear of your loss…thoughts are with you at this difficult time…” yadda yadda…much like all the other cards he received from his friends. I mean, after all, if anything all she could hope to be is a “friend” to Jeff, even if she doesn’t realize he thinks she is loco.

The card was filled- her i’s dotted with circles and scrawly script all jammed together as she wrote horrifically inappropriate things to a guy she dated 5 years earlier- a guy who’s current girlfriend of the past 4 years she has tried to make miserable- a guy who has expressed several times that he wants nothing to do with her and will never ever- ever- ever-ever be a part of her nutso life again. As my eyes tore the letter apart, phrases like “I wish I had known so I could have been there for you” and “you are always a priority in my life” and “please reach out to me, lean on me” and the kicker, “I love you always” burned into my brain. I seethed.

Over the course of my relationship with Jeff, the psycho has been, well, psycho. After about 6 months of our dating, she started texted and calling him, peppering him with emails. He got the old standard i-can’t-see-myself-happier-with-anyone-but-you lines tossed at him. He told her that he was with me and that he while he had cared for her, he would not ever get back together with her. They didn’t work. Instead of processing that information with grace, she instead chose to hack into his unused facebook account, friend me, (I thought it was him at the time!) and then proceed to fill an album with pictures of the two of them with corny captions underneath about her and “Jeffy”. I am sure her goal was to piss me off. Yeah well, okay, it did. Jeff deleted his account, told her she was nuts, and we moved on. The next 3 years have been battles of random texts (“thinking of you…”) , fake facebook accounts in an effort to internet stalk me, weekly reviews of my linkedin account, using mutual friends fb walls to attempt to poke fun at me or piss me off by calling me a “downgrade”, phone calls to Jeff about “why didn’t you call me on my birthday” or “I’m home for thanksgiving too, lets hang out!”, amongst other bullshit…

As you can see, it’s been a roller-coaster with this crazy ex gf. Therefore, this sympathy card was the straw that broke the camels back for me. I flipped. Here she was, taking an extremely sad event and using it to worm her way somehow into Jeff’s conscious. I wanted him to do something. In fact, I came damn near close to demanding him to write to her and tell her to piss off. He agreed with me how inappropriate her card was, but pushed back and said he felt no need to contact her since he wanted nothing to do with her. I wanted him to defend me. He wanted to ignore her.

We have a great relationship- we don’t fight, yell or ever go to bed angry. We talk, have fun together and are best friends. She is the ONE thorn in our relationship. But, she only pricks me. Jeff is unphased while she makes me turn into a raging, seething, bitterly angry person. He begged me to let it go. Said that if she contacts him again, that THEN he’ll do something, say something, make her go far far away (isn’t there an island for these people?). But, he argued with me, she was trying to do something nice by sending him a card. How could I put him in a position to say something to her when she sent him a sympathy card regarding his mother’s passing? Let me tell you, that made my angry turn to shame real quick. I knew this was a sensitive topic, I knew I could possibly come off sounding petty and bitchy by having this reaction- but then again, I also knew how horrible she was being by writing what she did. After all, I had many of my friends back me up on this.


So am I wrong? Am I selfish in wanting him to at least TRY to get her to stop infiltrating our lives whenever she has a chance? Am I going too far by thinking that whatever large steps we take together in our lives or whatever tragedy or happy moment we experience that she’ll try to make herself known? Clearly, there is a fine line between her sympathy and her crazy. I just can’t accept that what she wrote is okay. That isn’t what “friends” would write. Am I wrong for thinking that she still is wrapped up in Jeff? I don’t know anymore, but I know I’m tired of it.


It is comforting though, to know that he loves me and really and truly thinks she has mental issues. I never ever in the course of her psychotic actions have doubted Jeff or how he feels about me. It has never crossed my mind that he’d leave me for her. Ever. So, why does this bother me so much? Maybe because I don’t know her at all and she doesn’t know me and I just cannot wrap my mind around the fact that she’d want to hurt me at all. Who knows…but in the meantime, if anyone wants to create a place where all the crazy ex’s can go, I’m game to donate the funds. It might make a fantastic entertaining reality show…